The mood is different in the evening, especially when the tide is out. The beaches are quiet, just distant voices and music drifting over the sand. Fishing, pleasure, sailboats, grounded yet moored, stand cocked to one side waiting for sea to return. Village lights glisten against tidepools. And there’s the lovely breeze, the ripples of water, piles of distant clouds.
It’s a wholly different feeling from the daytime, coloured by stillness, the growing dusk, the distant lights.